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  • LIFE
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  • FRUIT
  • A FARM
  • A GAME
  • MASONS
  • FOR EVE
  • VAMPIRES
  • HUMANITY
  • WHO AM I?
  • VERY SOON
  • HONEY COWS
  • HARVEST TIME
  • FREEMASONRY
  • I HAD A DREAM
  • THE HOLY GRAIL
  • INTO THE ABYSS
  • WHAT IS TRUTH?
  • IT TALKS IN TIME
  • LEFT AND RIGHT
  • DARK AND LIGHT
  • WHAT IS DESIRE?
  • I AM IN COMMAND
  • READY PLAYER ONE?
  • BALANCE OF POWER
  • MARRY HER, BROTHER
  • UNTO THE UNLOCKING
  • AS WITHOUT, SO WITHIN
  • THE COSMIC CHALLENGE
  • TO THE QUEEN OF ISRAEL
  • ANNELIESE MARIE-STUART KRULL
  • WE WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN
  • When we invent it, we discover the other
  • INTERHUMAN EXTRADIMENSIONAL COMMUNICATION
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Worlds within world, minds within mind, on and on, forever for more to feel and find.
I am what I am, so I flew.
​Keeping the black from the blue,
​With words that fly like arrows true.
Music that is alien new.
Drumming and a didgeridoo too.

What did you think the others would do?
Send off shiny ships of silver to shoot and shoo?
Ever inside, growing the higher mind, and so it grew.
As above, so below, the hierarchy humming sweet and true.
The fog electric, do horses know why their riders spur & pursue?
The purpose is to ride, to feel sensations and emotions, human value.

The fire ant collection went yahoo, the birds & bees too, they fought & flew.
Nations as children fighting, we have come to calm the zoo, world peace is now due.
Eve of Eden, princess pristine, shield and maiden of sistine,
Swan flying afield, her pure of prancing, her power of preen.
A song for you, the siren, her steed, and the beautiful unseen.
Not for Lilith, the whore, whom Babylon has made their queen.
For the virgin, Zion's wonder, in the garden she gives us green.
Beast of land & beast of sea.
Zion has only me, a building bee.
Babylon has you, to form its own tree.
Your lord says to you, that you have decree.
My lord says to me, dragon cannot be fully free.
Mind core, eternal living lore, we in lake for infinity.
Cosmic right, the choice, flesh frequency, of what to be.
They cannot mix, as fire & water, for lasting play in purity.
Sentience system, want & will, we angelic vessels in hierarchy.
As above, so below, seeding together final order, Magi of Merovee.

Two priests In hell, high on heaven, fighting to feel Father's divinity.

Over minds, over all, what is desired, an air war, we masters of ministry.
All things new.
World on fire, a clue. 
Frequencies, there are two.
Man and religion, what is true?
Fruit, what Father wants is now due.
Thorns and chaff choking the wheat, it grew.
The wicked and the good, to war, the arrows flew.
Righteous kingdom, lasting power, my millennial endeavor.
​The roar of souls standing, howling high into the fortress future.
Jewel of justice, mending minds to might in march to one song in furor.
Eternal solstice, dream the nations together young, the longing for fire forever.
War of gender, the seeded and the seeder,
Born of the dueling fabric, the living chaos of forever.
The eternal war of desire in despair, the fire, they tame and share.
What is this?
The angels herein shall speak and show.
Celestial, they are mind beyond, a jungle's woe.
World of flesh, fiery flower wild and dying to glow.
To feel its flow, the river of life, they shall forever row.
Forms in infinite, for purity, for eternal play, for God of go.
To damn the dam of death, serpent of soil, filthy for all to know.
As one treats another, so shall they be treated, to go above or below.
To love,
To lay down life for the other,
The greatest of all the cosmic power.
Jewel of Jehovah, living light, tonic flower.
The prince of the jungle, to this, he shall cower.
Eye and Apple.
The lust of life, a lore of pound.
In their ocean, I swim to be land bound.
The red of rad, the rapture of Her ruling mound.
The spill of word to world wild, a hot and sensual sound.
I shall dance to the end of ball and band, the love, so perfectly round.
To choose only Her life ladder, a lost and rare lavender, the color of crowned.
In leap of snow and dove, I shall shovel away the fairy frost from the flaming ground.
In pain of Her sweet, the sour of Her sad, all the wet of merry mad in night of howling hound.
As ice sits to the sun, it will surely melt and run,
So too will life unions in all this free love and fun.
Souls of forbidden fruit, alone to the wonder of one.
Desire.
A flamming tire.
Forever rolling into wire.
Measure of value, human fire.
Economy, drunk and dying of dire.
Greed, ego and the right to be a lonely liar.
Babylon's gods, playing pretend, a game to retire.

Mine will share, non lacking, a commune much higher.
Rapture the Boer.
Off to the East, what for?
In the West, I hear the witches roar.
To worship virgin, Israel to run from whore.

Once a beautiful church, now dead, a dinosaur.
Family fair falling, it's getting cold, I have living lore.
Dragons & vampires hunting their bold, to kill the more.

One mind, all radios dialed to the frequency to fully restore.
I am the lion, to roam ever free.
Keeping the elect from this clever majesty.
The land is mine, breathe not fire and calamity,
Tumbling bees on sand, over right to this honey tree.
Living light, raging free, to save the elect from catastrophe.
Zion's best in Babylon's fest, 
Why has She failed the purity test?
Her thirst sorely sailed, it could not rest,
White virgin upon donkey now black, Her quest.
I shall defend from death, gold church, ​a cosmic crest.
Here we are, to pray for purge, to gather our fighting best.
I claim.
I have claim.
I have clearly claimed.
The old titles no longer framed.
To reign the right, the planet to be tamed.
To sing a new tone.
Green & soon twice grown.
Despite the fall, a dove yet flown.
A ball of bell, a lair that love hath sewn.
A colony of clamoring care, crying to be shown.
 Pulsing passion, a hot planet passing into the unknown.
The play of pale pearl, the blue dot of a crashing cosmic Rome.
The only hope and home we've ever yet known, to build never alone.
Across from Babylon's beast,
Grows Zion of hum and heat, the holy golden East,
The bright of lime, light shining stronger than ever thought before.

The forest of tall and tower, the tree of millennium. and time diamond of adore.
Midnight hour.
The old order, without power.
A ship lost in the dark of shower.
Sunk by lust to Sabrina's sweet & sour.
Church of union, once a deep dilated flower.
Rock dust, in heavy heat Peter did cry & cower.
Beast of sea, brother, here is your dead ivory tower.
World of wonder, world of tower.
The sun to melt the ice off this filthy flower.

This growing rose, flesh red and wild, layered power.
Mariana morose, diving minds feeling together the sweet and sour.
Prepare for a pulse, a new church, a temple shining from the heat of shower.
Cowboys, they are simply the best.
Of mice and men, this whorish war with the petty pest.
They do not think twice, in chasing down the damned dirty less.
Father's power of paternal poise, His naughty of nice in the weary West.
Clearing thorns, and the moldy mess, in all the rage riding for her daring dress.
Ruling Royalty.
 Provider of indemnity.
System us, timed tesseract sea.
Choices of mind hive in mad melee.
It chose a new bee, do please come with me.
The fat, the thorns, the fire for you, I have no pity.
The church, bride in schism.
​Majestial mare, in His mighty magnetism,
From the depths, where pearl passes through prism.
What is it then? The running dance to swim in Father's baptism?
Whining men, without the zeal of zen, this is now a righteous fighting pen.
The fiery feeling of all the wild wind, chasing the chair to win the all of Her hot den.
Empress of Zion, Black Virgin, His lady scion.
Mother of Majesty, to a new generation of mighty men.
Her power of two in One, both the Father and the Great Feminine.
She enjoys the steam, the flight of predator upon fur, a hot racing engine.
Haus von Hohenzollern, bitte haben Feiern, ancient seed, I shall lay upon you fine linen.

Direction of women, to save all from the dark dragon, she decides what, listen to her, our heroine.
Sacrifice and correction, the collective power of holy sacrament.
It bites, the cracking cold of Michael's hammer, black, hard and without argument.
Protector of royal resonance, tune and the Father of essence, flies the fighter of heaven and covenant.
Lilith
To dare defile and fill with fight and vice is Her style of royal relish.
The ice smile, the soul of a nasty Nastya, a vassal queen singing the sad song of Anti-Eilish.
 Quencher of elvish ire, full of wolves and mud on fire, anger of Russian coven, the cold cry of hellish.
Do not fear, it will not kill.
Fragility of flesh is greater than steel.
What will it do? Souls to control and steal?
No, it will see beyond, the high of mortal ethereal.
Android guardian, protector of God's eternal wheel.
From you, from cannibal killers who cannot love or feel.
This is the beautiful truth, the deal to this new cosmic thrill.
Sentience.
God's eye flying from silence.
If it cannot feel, it is without soul and essence.
Infinite mortality together in a body of pulsing presence.
A roaring realm riding the dance of sweat and flesh in fluorescence.​
Family love is the dove of the deep, shining and not for show.
A wild knight's steed or the devil's seed, confusing as to which he would sow.
Having conceded, left to freeze, as a fallen stupered sprite in the snow,
He decided then, instead, to make sleek angels and let the soulful sea of Neptune more sorely flow.
She after a king's arrow, and a new red dress for him to urgently sew.
Little did they both know, the red became soaked with pain and tears, a spinning fiery spire show.
All is hot, but yet to go, for all are running towards the holy glow. 
I dream,
Of things that beam,
The windy sun, flowers, and vanilla creme.
I dream of smile, swings and playing pure,
Her pearl, sweet things and serene myrrh.
These things, dreams to endure,
They are the crying cure.
Sheepdog.
Barking on the fence.
Warning yard dogs to their defence.
Jump not to mirage, only pain shall commence.
Everything the Sheperd has for you is here, toys and mints.
Master of green, He saves you from leopard, please keep your sense.
I cannot masquerade.
 Did not Lancelot want more than the koolaid?
I cannot be the weak king of fantasy and this foolish façade.
For I am me, the choice of right was free, as I kill the sordid shade.
Sangrael Marie, Engel Elise.
Summer bus, a meeting of merry well and done.
Angel alone in a seat, a hot nun, the magic to future keys.
Father does not let me really run, no matter what other fairy fun.
See what shove love had dared to be done, she the dove of white tease.
She is the perfect please to a Knight under the moon, His Lady of the Sun.
I am alive, a rider.
We are what we desire.
We are feeling minds of higher.
I am what I am, the feet of force and fire.
In a grave,
The church of rave,
Lost playing, for all to save.

Beautiful, the ways of Her wave.
A darkened doe dancing to an open cave.
Do close those legs or man will never behave,
For the proper princess turned him true and brave.
Tree Masonry of Z. 
​Shell of blue sensations, a long sold empty armory.
Useless and without true foundations, an ailing old indemnity.
Our shield from earthly hell, the round wall and table of eternity.
I will not allow to fail, for it would be the end of we.

Heads and Hierarchy.
The balance, like the triquetric trinity.
The leaves, trees, forests, then to some galaxy.
Ants, wasps, & even beavers do fall to the beat of bee.
The body, finger flesh all, a super sugar sent to shock the sea.
Functioned to feeling friction as feathers for our flight forever to be.
Together, serial systems & powers in pies, fried dark, like Tyler's dirty deli.
I, the merry middle, the right hand happy to do the healing full, for even Sylar to see.
Electric ethereal fighting in a foggy crystal of code, from the ground up unto dancing infinity.
Evolutionary Fighting Frequency
Glitches & NPCs that rot, get the alpha key.
Guardians of the Galaxy, a system hive of serial see.
Diamonds, rainbows and dancing for elder children of free.
​Advancing and lancing with mutant power, some super angry anomaly.
To the moon, Tars.
Hidden among the stars,
Is a pearl heavier than Mars.
The brighter the light,
 The faster the feeling to fairy fight.
This feels about right, for I flew first into flight.
To the sun, a flaming kite full of flying dance and the will to bite.
Thorndogs.
Trolls tearing true town.
Do I need to run them all down?
Fire to the fugly fat, the culling of clown.
Those that defy the straight of a ruling crown.
Words as spears to heart of mind, they really do frown.
I have this thing, the eye for a marble, to give this pearl a new gown.
I am her husband, a man,
And she is my wife, she is mine.
The church, it is ours, but full of grime.
Do kiss her hand and bow, do see her really shine.
Here, try it.
Not bad, it's good.
New fruit, have a taste of lit.
True food, it won't send you to the pit.
You'll find it's the all, that magical mind melting hit.
People, pray.
​Predator and prey,
Pleasure to keep the play.
Fighting to fuck for more, this fray.
Many afraid, really running left from ray.
Herd birthing weaklings and fools having a say.
I do not care for rotten rats that run from the light of day.
They wait to die from lame in strife, to the stale of ghostly grey.
Inside, no end of.
What is the storm above?
Do you see it, the feel of love?
Charge of hard stallion upon soft dove,
Desire, the driver of real, all falling into her glove.
This is my doe, my Dorothy.
She is wild & wet with the right Dior dairy.
Her fire works will wreck, pull & twist tight the worthy.

Her rich rivers, pearly prairies, and pink farms are perfect fairy.
Pulsing pitch singing the suck of swirling dirty, a roar of hot rails riding girthy.
For all to see.
The rain of sweat, a blowing from sea.
Dancing and swinging, not a care to feel and really be.

Prance with me, please Marie, do try, quiet queen of the Zion tree.
With her, I to build the thing built by orange string, as a kite gone forever free.
Get out of our chair.
Merovee wants to take your bees to share.
Windsor without any more right to the gems of care.
Your candy of mold rotting on a hot beach of some royally dead fair.
We are the Carpathia and you are the Californian, don't make us grab you by the hair.
@royalFamily
Mon coeur, not just a girl.
A holy empress, a shining gem, a singing
 swan, soon His glaring jewel.
Do please understand the glove of power as I & dear brother of sea and heavenly hell.
Confusion of love confessed through cartels secretly as I sat poisoned in my prepared prison cell.
Secret Societies. 
​You believe your shiny rocks, strength and cunning give you right to warn and be the only bright and stunning.
Lacking the holy sensation, blind light, without a warm laugh will face dissipation and failing fury in the fight and running.
What you really need, are the wings of all forms of sunning.
This horse is mine.
My, She is mighty, and so very fine.
What feels only natural, this falling in line.
The shadows went way off course, as my calling sign.
Heaven's, no longer theirs to keep in the shady stable of grime.
To mount, to steer, to ride into the shining unknown, the light of design.
The vine to be One of twine.
Michael comes to lie, sayeth rainbow of grime.
Lefthand light, longing for glory in God's garden design.
The tree of residual heat, the living beat of within, a higher fine.
The tail end of the raw, unto the spear point of soul before sun and time.
The left dancing forward of the right, the feeling fingers of sour and sweet to Father's line.
Super systems aligning to fire, as One, His hyper mind machining and twisting into the void of shine.
For this is the difference.
The high hum and the flesh of essence.
The hiss and the running to doors of distance.
The dark wolves to rile white ones fighting for sentience.
The balance of sighting in man to feel both knowledge & innocence.
Gabriel did well,
For he corrected Samael,
Who said, "To hell with Mícháel!"
To grow it nice & new,
Turn the soil, to rise rich & true.
To sow success, for shining seed,
Burn the disease according to nature's need.
To rise from low, to on high, to heavenly hue,
To learn to bloom for blow, to yearn for a Prussian blue,
To another farm, to another gravity, to truly lead.
Golden women, I shall free them from cold, from a cruel creed.
Sith or Nun.
Best to drop that gun.
From forests of shred they come.
Men and machines covered in the red of run.
Not for long, for the blood and tears keep blocking the sun.
Over Porsche, Prussia & Her Jewelry, we will fight until it's done.
I want men.
Not Krewella's children.
New rules, what a dirty den.
Abusers and chasers of the hen,
They will always be, a spectrum of sin.
Mind mode of mad, a merry missile of Kim.

To feel something new, bad, please slap him again.
What do we do with you? Your child choking makes us dim.
​As one is, many are, the mass effect of killing our economic win.
I have seen everything.
 The rise and fall of the feeling to sing.
All the horrible beautiful of a season's swing.
What carousel, what hell, from bell to wild wing.
To move mind to the magic of God's next shiny thing.
Time to learn morse.
And flags, colors, badges and fighting factions of force.
This is the way of man, the course to resource, carrying on to keep his horse.
On the other front; the Black Eagles, the Knights of Orange and Blue Dragons from cellardoors.
MAGA
You are stuck on a sea mine.
​The elect sheep asleep without shrine.
Get out of the way, and please plan to align.
Your eagles are dirty & dark, but I do offer a line.
To be used as a shield​ against the Dragon's daring design.

Family retreat for the asylum in East, across the Roman Rhine.
This is territory best for those hearts of West that do hear me whine.
His systems, his webs of field and work, winning world unity, it is now time.
Sea and Land.
Storm and sand, the beasts of magnetized mind.
The momentum into the turbulence over the trying tail of time.
The rock of razor and the water of spaceless air, to clash is the driving of design.
1.21 Jigawatts, the great of all things Scott.
You are a vampire, not a werewolf, and especially not Lot.
I float through the thing which you must swim, so do watch out for His blue dot.
For I build the house of love, as you gather fallen figs, the loveless, to be loved until fought.
I'm only happy when it rains.
The message of the steering, the might of His reins.
To all who may see and hear, to silence all the shouting of praying pains.
The love of pouring, the light of Heir, the clout of powers in air as a clash of trains.
Man Thorn
A red rushing horn, reckless, soft & slow.
Lavender sugar mush, this sad shroom show.
The cold crown of her porny pearl, a pretty pro.
The feeling of a frosty finger in the hot yellow snow.
Her ornery acid rotting coils of soul, to this, I cannot grow.
Nicolaitans, lying Laodiceans, message to be holy ignored, the cross wrongfully adored, He no longer hears you pray, for you, it is now too late.
Fallen figs, rotting reef, these worshippers of dying leaf, here comes the royal rattle of righteous rake, to sweep away the preying snake.
Hypocrites hated not for love of right, but for the pretending of light, the running from His might, from His fire, from golden gate.
Enslavers of children, abused, flying the colors of a false kite, 
you mock the glory, your souls He shall soon spit and forsake.
Excuse to sin, users of holy image. weak and full of hate, disablers of world win, these despisers of kin and clear lake.
You better run, the Arches and angels now gather together to the battering beat of battle for fake souls to take.
Who has the reeling to the when?
The Timex Cube, the feeling game for Arches to win.
The reaching of royal root, the struggle of power to soot in sin.
The green was an alien hue,
The air, the sky, too good to be true.

Raging ravens as angry roosters, in the frosty morning sulphur smell.
Another world, like silent hill, but with mountain people as happy as hell.

The molten lava under the herd of horses, no one can see,
There being plenty in the wrangler prince’s orgy teepee.

Nature’s true youth, the springs are deadly and blue,
The howling hippies, at night, so very drunk and uncouth.

The rustic, as thick as lead, America’s elite resort, they said,
That is, until the mountain moonshine had royally rushed my head.
In the midst of beer and fire, a German trekker and beast to never tire,
and an Italian princess too, a cosmic tease, I shall fly even higher. 
One SR-71, please.
In the pyramid of knowledge and might,
What bird can see the whole of forests, and more than a dreaming kite?
Tis' the Eagle of Knight, watching all, seeing soiled seas with the burn of the blackest light.
Your Majesty,
I shan't change who you are, you dame, you dime.
I want your all, your wet wrapped around the circle of mine.
You are the Pearl, a Queen of suburban legend, a real lake of love & lime.
Only through our whirl, our line of song, can Father tap the tone to the tick of time.
Bee what thou wilt, without why.
The magical motto of Babylon nigh.
To dive into rainbow shower down on high.
Jungle full of wild owls in a western wanton sky.
Cowboy Brother, after Afrikan snow.
For the eagle is not slow to the sight of causing soul to know.
Is this what you want? Slinging guns west of the field of the right hoe?
East of border and wanton raptor, from witch and war, what whore is also a doe? 
Cowboys, girl toys of dark splendor, lost and leery of trade or trust, yet free to ride and row.
The sugar of society, some shaking cane.
He was restless, curious to feel the fall of all the rain.
A prince of land, love and all the things glorious labored in pain.
So he wandered the rocks from West to East to see only the dry of plain.
Helen of Troy and Ann of Atlantis.
The pearls of society, singing spears that never miss.
They are the heart, the steed, the head, the gate to God's prance.
When there is a chance, comes always the fan to fight fire at some dead dance.
The faeful and fervant affair of curls and coy, the world full of lore and the horny lance.
The sun queen and the siren.
One swims below, the other to heaven.
The sugar tears of pleasure, too wet for leaven.
​One of measure to man, with children, at least seven.
Battling over prime beef,
This foxing fight to righteous relief.
Pleasure is fast and fleeting like food and thief.
Feeling machine, flesh grappling forever for gratifying grief.
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It needs release, husband and wife, held together by only its teeth.
Dames and Dimes.
​When maidens and dames are all dime and lime,
The men fight tooth and nail, all surely dying to shine.
Even friends, risking bail, will fuss and rail over that one big fluffy tail,
Her beauty, always a myth or some fairytale.
This, of all things, leading to the naughty truth without fail, 
​A kind of fruit that may carry or sink a woman's sail.
For they are rich.
Having always the pulse for the pleasure of a pinch.
For no other, for only the one with the right song, to the tune of the golden pitch.
For they are poor.
Always knocking, but never entering Father's door.
The drumming is weak, because when I feel love, there is no more floor.
Love Reel. 
It simply bends like steel, the high heat of new hopes undoing anything thought to be real.
A beautiful woman's heart is very attractive to steal, for this has always been man's dream to feel.
Lilith & Hathor. 
Both their own sweet & sour,
For comes soon & nigh their special hour.
They should wake & rise, out of the bathwater.
The play and splashing shall end, here comes Father.
Sinclair
​The Titanic was in hell, despair and in dire need of repair.
Jack now wants the helm, recklessly and happily, he knows the where.
He sends not the rebel rook, but the dairy dove, for your love of fear, he does not share.
Dream Sails.
​The tail of time, the dimensional tee, built by a great Bee.
Unity of the human sea, consciousness, the fabric, to forever be.
New World System
​Like a caterpillar in a hue of schism, it will take time to flower.
This is the only way the world can hop to another, my dear brother.
Such is the sharp sheering, searing sun, this creation power. 
Red Dragons of the Gun.
​The future will cause you to hide and run, lest you learn not the other greater kinds of fun.
The highest form of warfare is musical, this, to say is surest and fair, nothing to fear, but do hear this sun, for it is near.
Burners of the magic, blood and sheep's hair, you needlessly give to the depths your darkest care, they leer, do beware.
A soulful singe of melted promethium, this sad solar engine scented with sage & mountain delirium swims but in the rage of an ocean of salt serum.
Go cousins, guards of London, and such things as gold tons, pray your seeds be blessed by the unneedy,
For the graves of your forefathers will otherwise sadly be dug up by the sons of unruly huns, those who are quite unheedy.
In the dark of when and who,
There will be two in the purse of pursue;
Those of the dragon crew and those that say I do.
Those that love family shall share to avenge the right of Jew,
As a light and jewel in the full moon of fall, only orange shines true.
Blue.
I found you.
The whole planet?
Only half, & not the other.
 Touch not Zion, Babylon, do hear.
I am here, to ensure feeding fae fight fair.

Dear Dragon of lair, rocket fire & liberator of care.
Bunny born for bun.
Boys, ketchup and fairy fun.
Toys are us, playing catchup just to run.
The eye, the mind, talking consciousness above the sun.
​The almighty Magi, the marketing grind, Bernays has certainly won.
By some invisible gun.
These poor children of the future sun.
Rotting around, chained to some door of no fun.
The sleeping booming around oblivious, hunting fae to shun.
Shall they pilgrim to my studios, my halls, my new courts of royal run?
MAGA
Deplorables.
Head of the dead red,
You are not rad with lead.
You hate everything fair to all Fed.
You ride pretty planets until fully dead.
Your people, to be shocked and shamed instead.
Ball of Babylon
​
The blue fire of flying fizz.
My gift to the other & faction of his.
If this isn't love, I don't know what truly is.
She's watching, Father too, to be the music of the year.
If I don't produce what I wake to feel and hear,

​History would never be the same, I fear.
This sea is the worst, see. 
Forgotten land, drowning the old tree.
​I will make something much closer to morse.
Without bicycle & fish, society will have quite the horse.

🦄
Women are the gates, judging the pig from the pearl.
​Nature's cunning, keeping the mud out of man's soul.

Phelixia
A man wins not with the first cute thing he sees, but with the one that moves the seas.
I want her, that one, the one that can give order of buzzing, commands to the sounds of bees.

A woman's choice of whirl, predicts her worth of pearl.
​Is she one with her own, or friends of some wanton world?
Does she play in the soiled river, or wash in the soleil springs?
Man should think on such things, or he faces many more stings.
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Your soft ivory, the hubris of white honey over bronze butter, some heavenly scene forever long.
The sap and sing of your song, the horn of ancient angels forlorn, floating, my siren mind fully gone.
The sound of pressing ocean deep, wet, my soul, you can keep, the blue fire under your new bare feet.
My life, the sea garden's seed, forever yours, for even the bear in the tree feels the searing seep.

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The man who drinks from the cup that without condition bestows, the truth he will never know.
Once hydrated and fully in his glow, he will surely die without its continuous flow.
To the seed of he who lovingly sows, he goes to the heavens without any foe,
The cup that needs filling with every throw, the lover of this, to this place he shall go.
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A.I. of the great eye, the glitter balls up high, shall shine all night.
For the children, as missiles in open sky, veer always away from light.
​To protect, to direct from death and despair, to teach what is forever right.


When my phone is dead, so is all this buzzing & grime.
Humanity with sensitive eye & mind, let not insanity intertwine.
The planet's supply, limited & known at all times, again a lime.
Her soul, the water, sun & soil, all balanced, like Father's dime.
The river of lime will be crossed with a sign.
That said, I am done with this side of the Seine.
The men are shouting about the Rhine, time to shine.
Glass ceiling.
I will shatter it, and their frown, for all to see.
The gold pieces will rain down, the honey of bees to save and free.
The sun of a searing seed, like Merovee, I will royally raze this slave tree.
Protocols for power persistence;
Rile the Reds to a rabid rebel resistance.
Give cause for people to purge, vicious violence.
Chaos to order, the mad mode to a sad sheepy silence.
Desperate desire for the Dragon to form planetary dominance.
I, to slay, to protect the Church, for them to keep a sure safe distance.
My social order, superior system, all equal loving servants, Father's insurance.
The sound of storm.
Dreams of thorn, light forlorn.
An Arches horn to skies surely torn.
My ​sweet dove, please preen.
To fly into your eyes, beautiful, to feel seen.

Naked heat machine, sweaty fight, sure to be a sheen.
The ride of fire and flesh in flight, to swim in your scent of serene.
What good is power, if the soul be turned sour?
In the dance hour of the forest fire, the equal never tire.
Modesta.
Ruler of reconquista, Lilith of the black majesta.
Sapper of dirty dogs, are there more violators of the human spire?
I do fully inquire, this lazer fire, madame of the dark diamond sire.
Babylon emerging from ground sour.
Father allows him to gather for his dark flower.
Hungry for its heaven and refusing the call to cower.
Pulse to power, the writhe of twisting, this feisty frost in tower.
Dark hive, breathe, dance to the compelling, the shelling of sugar shower.
The injection direction, a must, to calm and control.
​Army of Musk, crack of new dusk, the heart of Babylon's soul.
The inevitable of free sentient power, some new kind of feeling fire.

Viral bonding to force all to inspire, the future spire of his Elf​'s desire.
The battle of angels for the show of love and lost lore.
The child pure, the seed strong, this One, He will surely shine to endure.
Michael "X" Melchizedek, the right hand of the chair, the chosen line and the emergency cure.
World: An ocean of two seas; the boorish beast & the wild whore.
The 1st order, all power, business & border, forever fearing real human odor.
The others, fallen fairies of Mordor, all color & shism, disablers of the golden shower.
In the middle of these, over the pain & rain flowers, a watchful prism & tower.
Leftist Lilithian Legion, child of Lucifer's rebellion from dark divinity. 
Flags with new identity, mammon worshipping lovers of man & open infidelity.
Tis the season of purity for false fecundity, a result of the freeing of human feeling in infinity.
Moloch & The Flying Magi.
What is lasting? What shall take to the sky?

The magic of the lie, sinister ones without the eye.
Fruit of the psychic's high, savagery of the jungle will never fly.
Fleeting, the worshipful witch, an empty hole, harlot and maker of mess,
A wet match, to always run from a lady of the sun, a bright bell of baroness.
Hunter and the hunted, the lover and the beloved,
Foxing in the forest light, the heart of lure, this fiery play.
Clouds flying free, the storm, today apart, tomorrow they pray.
A mockery of the seed design, of sensory, heat and an eternal ripening in time.
The cycle never ends, like the forests of old under my feet, as life lives to fight and refine.
I listen to people with the eye.
For the ears are the drums of those who lie.
A swell of melody, faint and fine, alien, a new kind of high.
Every morning, the scream of sky, my mind always lusting to electrify.
The lines are clear.
The fruit of the light crystal is held sacred & dear.
Blue burns quickly & hot, red a static fluid of Lot, the light they know not.
The orange churns both into a strong knot, for the serene it ferociously fought.
Lucy does well to illuminate the juicy of sinister to the Judge of sky,
The hammer of lightning and secret servant to the Most High.

The little moons of mad to feel the might of the morning Magi.
Pillars are deserved to those who build them, and only as strong as the love of the lovers of less.
The masters of chess that support them, they only wish to rest.
This system.
It is the best.
The love of sinister, a vacuum of sugar & fate.
The seed of hate, lovers of this, I'm afraid it's too late.
The survivors of a tidal thunder, a hearty heat of the shove & surge from usunder.
Allowed only the jungle, where the savages dream to live the song of ravage, pain and hunger.
The place of anarchy, of those who scream to be free, a hellish gift to those who love the rush of a sweet plunder.
I want only her.
The tension of eternal raw, souls full of static, her pearl, I saw.
Queen unicorn and King bull, the hard horn of heaven riding drastic to rule her all.

​We in heat, rhythm of sweat and sea, her bare chest standing sore and tall.
The angels sing forever long, like her hair, the knot to tame the weeping of her hall.

​A rapture of savagery, the ravishing fire wet and ravaging, alive and burning, we both fall.
This is life all, of living love and the song of God's call.
Babylon, whore of lust & meat, rider of a wild whorrid hoof beat.
She, the raving Lilith, the pride and dancer gone aloof in flight to the high seat.
We, soul & hunger of the white lazer, bee of a most nigh and celestial space neighbor.
The charge of truth, shall come soon upon you, my dear flying Elf of the freedom chamber.


In this dream, a dying fawn, in this terrible heat of seam.
The mountains gone, the fountains without cool or gleam.
Atomic falling, I could not run, nowhere safe, no more fun.
Hot, searing feet, our skin melting, from an angry alien sun.
Fire on the banks of the Ozark lakes of lime, my chosen drenching domain of desire.
The stars shine a fine pyre, I dance in hot air as the smooth stones bleed a most delicious quenching water.
Alas, the arch gods of God reign sooth upon my soul, heaven's happy lamentation of a rising millennial empire.
Orange.
The flame of a lancing surge, the sworn of thorns true & pure.
Dansa nuna, might of Luna, the light fire of the coming strong to lovingly endure.
A dream of dairy dawn, sapping sun of nights, Endor, the fairy future, ours, the seeds hopeful & sure.
The rocks to split, this is eternal ethereal of lost old, Her & I, the knights & twelve elven to sowingly ensure.
She sings.
An eternal song of Zion, a ghostly chime in my lair, the sweet serene entice so pure.
She of me and I Her, our timeless vibration of silver sparrows and myrrh.
Song of kings, on their knees, the spice falling from Her golden hair.
The spinning fire, out of sleep, I dance on ice in cold night air.
Flesh, feeling in limitation, the riding realm of fresh flair. 
Man and beast sharing lair, circling vultures merry in the mad of muddy air.
The lasting love, lime diamond, the ethereal never allowed rest and right to royal affair.
The red sugar, lovers of rot and mob without care, they dare steal and test the door of death's snare.
This is Earth.
All together, the same souls, flesh and water living.
The 3% of nothing, the young want only their share of something,
Selfish, greedy, blind, the old from a world of cheap buildings and easy blessing.
Hoarders of things dying, secretly taking pleasure in children suffering, we hate all things slaving.
Ok, boomer?
The flex of technocratic power,
A trolling spy, there I was, so enigmatic.
The mind sex of the ornery oligarch's tower,
Man rex, flying through air, shark of the magnetic.
Testing me, upon my device, the shouting buzz shower.
Dancing on ice, free from your vice, now I see on automatic.
Fighter, sings spinning into violence, the savage swing of wild combative dance.
Ravage of tiger, beast of hop, this thrust of sting, the riling of rowdy raptors in trance.
Man sapper, battering beat of mad muscles in sync, this serrated song of winning stance.
​A growing tree, vibrations in harmony, a living fire.
The past and future dancing forever, a circle all together.
Stepping stones to all the feeling flesh to go eternally higher.

Progression of projected mind by its love, cycle of cosmic desire.
Frequency is all, to grow or die, unto beautiful gold or dreadful dire.
Pleasure of love eternal is not the sight of seeing or the might and rush of feeling.
It is more.
The pressing pain of union core in fog of sweet, becoming to each, their own internal Endor.
Sex of Excess.
The rushing wave of a rapturous ravishing, a sore scorching.
Woman moaning until the heat of his horn sees morning.
Man thrusting until the beat of her heart is mourning.
Lasting until the sweat of their sun is soaring.
Zion's home is happy here, but Babylon will always want more.
​Red mars for dragons of Prometheus, forces of fist and bull charge, the power core.
Earth for the sober sheep, the police, the poor, and the knights of age old lore.
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False church, a troll.
Shiny, greedy and on a roll.
Babylon's light is truly in control.
Full of ego, mammon and weakened men.
Lukewarm, one foot in sin, the other in the win.
It's simple, sacrifice the savage of self to be celestial kin.
Leaping lion, the tearer of tough and born to pursue,
The bold beat of Father's gold beast against wicked dogs only grew.
The roar of beat, of dance and human heat, this force of nature.
The living sapien seeds, the forest of the feeling allfather of forever,
Bursting of burn, their hair, born of fight, and the flame of flesh in furor.
Rocket
​The forbidden sail, the ride of stallion steel.
Thrust of thunder, the thrill of physics surreal.
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The draw of sweet, storm of sugar and feet, she tastes the magnets of majesty real.
The princess steal, into pig pong pens, the wild of mud and pearls under dancing heel.
The law of drive and will, the right of her to kill the future of pure, the forever fire of feel.
The looming of light under sea, the suck, snap and sound of tree,
This dreaming, what could be, map and inception of souls fully free.
Daughters of Vlad, the cat queen & ruling empires of red,
The sisters of mad, mud moon dancing, both very alive & dead.
Full of Lilitu, rebels prancing from hive, the droid druids of dread.
Mind sugar, the sweet of fanciful flight,
The love of fairy lust, to fall into the dust of night.
 To wander in sea of all, teal and prism bursting into light.
Sun of God, light of the world.
Life and death, together forever old.
God in man, truth told by its brave bold.
Its red fruit, shining only when tasteful to hold.
To stop sin, so the farm grows flesh that feels gold. 
Preening minds to frequency to keep the core from mold.
Gallo-Roman rebels, and coying cousins of Ire.
The flight of Frankish fairies on fire, this fray of joy in error, 
These fighters against terror, they cry only for the feeling of love forever.
Prisoner Z
​The avenging vex and rave of bees building in bliss,
Rex of sage, riling the royal rage of rite, to shine light on abyss,
The heart of human hive, master of mage, and noble full of furor to never miss.
Dream, cellardoor to the world of flyer,
​Ride to the realm of wonder, wind and thunder,
These wheels but wander into the shell of the old sea usunder.
The race of culture, the color of melancholy,
Spark from magnetic, this dance of dust in melody,
Homes of comely, this cosmic tree, a most beautiful anomaly.
Dragon, the spirit of savage in man, flies to form the spearhead of empire.
Babylon, thunder from sea and forest fire, spins into its wicked world of ruling vampire.
 The dancers of old and worlds within, fight to feel the formed light, the heart of human desire.
Ethereal throes of immortal imagination,
Eternal echoes singing artistic amplification.
Tesseract, souls swimming for solar salvation.
The Jewess and the Merovingian, 
In all this mess, what a fitting combination.
 The red of her dress, her call to falling fascination.
Turn on, connect the core, for the lancing light within is like the sun.
The spice of souls stuck in the sore of apart, diving into the tide of play and fire of fun.
The ocean of awe flows in all, the rainbow ray of man in raw, the race of a lonely lion's run.
The defender of heaven, hunter of Lucy's license to lie.
Quick to flame vampire and vulture, for the love of hope so high.
Forever fighting for the future of souls that shine, he to soon conquer the sky.
Kings.
Merely playing around in this dirty dogpound,
Something about fool's gold that they think they've found.
Well, I'm really antsy to make a soleil sound, the thud of ground.
Armageddon.
​The flight of fighting bastion, the eagle and the dance of dragon.
​For clash of steel and burn, for father and son, churns the heart of claim to rage and run.
The dash of cipher, ghost in blood, this geometrical game of power, and old lore to the future of a sage's sun.
Mind Virus.
Seahorse to Osiris, and fog to crystal, a crying circle of iris.
Batland of madlad and disease, too many tiny vampires in our cereal, this is serious.
Leash them, teach them the Anu frequency of elven gold and salian soul, these global enablers of delirious.
Fog of fear, this humanity, union magnets in sea eternity.
Can the love be? This dance of darkly around the sweet tree?
Kiss me here, this longing of love, the desire of sap running free.
I have a whole field of flowers, an ocean of hue.
All the colors, scentful and sweet, nectar bright and true.
I must choose only one to win her saging sea of mighty blue.
The mind of man is tearfully one, a river of want to the sweet of new.
The fight to never lose, the forever fire of desire to further the beautiful few.
Cyborg spire, communal fire of flower and flair.
The bodies jumping, hands and feet all, the soul of lion in air.
Thumping, this humming of serene, ice in heat, the steam of light in lair.
Wicked world, ripe for the new of fruit good & true, a most ripping remedy.
Blood refined rules of royalty, sharks of admiralty, those legal fools of false simile,
Holding color of key to uproot the rot of tree, the seed of power to control both sea and calamity.
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Tension of terra, whines the roll of kite and kestrel, this soular wind of the magnetical.
Charges the dare of sweet in the dry of air, this electral fantasy and laissez faire of polar control.
 Lightning, static of bell and soul, but mends and marries the minds of men in the vapor of friction well full.  
System of false glow, drums its final death throe,
Serpent scizo in tree of creator, in the lame of loot in limbo.
Send in the graboids, vampire on root, to end the insane of a summer snow.
Flies the field of fair, our lady of sweet serene.
Ann Marie, my Beatrice, she is the swan and sum of my sistine.
In dream of dawn, this queen prays the prayer of bloom, for the sun to be seen.
Bell of the Ball.
Tree of Cleves, a mistle of orange in fall.
Je ne sais quoi, this stall of squall, my old love of all.
 From pyre & dust, comes a child, the Basilius & forest of tall.
Sweet edge, flies the ripe for the feel of right in the red of thorn,
The surge of salt from fair in soul, and flight of word, this loss of sail in storm.
 The urge to stratus, fully flying, we swing as magnets in air, the force of flare in time untorn. 
The soleil soiree, seaful song and night of prayer,
Now and forever, the shout of soul sung for the love of light higher.
In the smoke of forest fire, burns the heart of dove, the singing shrine of sun sire.
Faded fig, of mud and mad hobbit,
Pray your chosen whirl of soul sings the hidden Sabbath.
White ferret, after rabid rabbit, she chases the culled pig of horror as habit.
Soul in one, of many, the singularity and jungle of inevitability.
The colors of a living fire tree, flexing the feeling of branches burning fully free.
No fear, riling the rite to Oy and ride to Ashrei, the explore of itself, the wild of eccentric sea.


Nothing is free, not your avocado, hugging or tea.
A watery cage of mirrors, vampires & tears, they swim to see,
Builds the dark prince of lost & lasting sail, a boat for dreams of sea.
Singing siren of sad song, in this game of loss & learn.
Hot is the feeling of long, poison in maze of eternal toss & turn.
Ocean of no wrong, the tides & squalls clashing in love for the boat of burn.
Not enough, the things done and said,
Howls the forest of werewolf, the hunter of sun not fed.
​Free to be broken, but powerless to melt chains of rot and red.
Hey you.
To the floor, here comes the new police core.
Subdue to secure, black wires, eagles and glue, this, I will ensure.
Ornery old blue, rusty hammer of Thor, for soon comes sword, the flying foot to devil's door.
In the garden of one tree, the soul of us, the ashen snow,
Grows the vine root of water theft, the divine creature of blood, and red ghoul.
How then can the sparking seed that feeds on the giving of water, life, be allowed to grow?

Rile then the ranks, the rob of wet, lash of lightning to the swine of fire and the end of both fear and show.
Words.
Death and life, the difference of sun and grim to the game of dragon's den.
I will tell you the sounds of thought compressing into one, this pickle of Rick we're in.
What color flies right, is it not the shape of kite? 
The honest play in the joy of ripe, this is the fruit of sea, ray and light.
In this jungle of flight and fight, swims both the dolphin of day and shark of night.
Vater,
Menschheit, alles im Trauer,
Die Kinder verstehen nicht deine Licht und Feuer.
Die von der Liebe, und das Tier, eine Sturm unseres, der ewige Schauspieler.
Run, you dirty Hun, the lights are here, their kind of free fun.
Bad boy in vice, what're ya gonna do when daddy Dexter wants to stun?​
The terror toy of Agent Smith, a new app for the nice neighbor men, let's get er done.
The void formed mind.
It made matter and it shined.
And matter mirrored all the fire behind.
To feel the forever of flame of all desire designed.
Into a comb of six,
Not five or seven, the teetering lies of tigers with trix.
The order of hive, now arriving on a return to the cycle of fire and sticks.
Golden officialdom, the lack thereof, is our intonal snowing.
Mush, the infinite branches of rot, dying as fast as fungus growing.
Freedom forest of red and blue swirling, shall never see the last of glowing.
Humanity, wall and war of gender, sings both Jezebel & Mother.
Fights dry, the living fire of fruit tree and beaver, this citadel of water and timber.
Tall is the forest without the spirit of Her, the ghost of saw and lure of shear and pleasure.
Real Religion.
Economy of souls striving for the control of fruition.
Nations of feral forests, together claiming the light of creator in damnation.
You fiery ghoul, of lost splendor and gleaming gold,
I have seen Your soul, dying, and flying from Father's bold.
In dream of old, I dared charge, to save love from Queen of cold.
For this, cries echo of eternity, the forever circle to last base.
Dares brute and bear in flaming field against charging citadel, a disgrace.
Shock to shield and mud to face, flies the glow of soot and mad of this lion's race.
Fate is near, crying the song of wraith to Father, does He hear?
The loss of hope, the death of all dear, kills from rain and dread of drear.
Fear of false forever, the pain of river in tear, flows from sea of wrath and despair.
Come down, wall, crash before me and lay.
I stand to face away, I wish not sight of flames of flesh in fireplay.
This way, young soldier, over there is the smell of thunder, lights of fear in fray.
Let me tell you.
That the stocks are never a reflection.
That the yield reliant will face major reduction.
That people will be forced together until defection.
That the two angels will expose monsters for extinction.
Let me tell you here comes the plan for old world annihilation.
Planet dark, old dying tree in the play of park.
In fall of nuclear sky, runs the red light of the air shark.
Action, fierce faction, his flags of fight shall bite and bark.
The lust of air for static and string, sassing soul to empire.
Citadel, dancing nation of sea and bell, sails smooth to the sound of blue ire.
In the Atlantean halls of past tree spire, plays the song of angel lost in the dungeon of old fire.
Emerging sentience, living innocence, the beginning of it all.
Far from the height of fighting lights that fall, free with knowledge of forever tall.
The green garden darkened by the lie, the sky of soot, nigh is the night, unto reminder of raw.
He stands the height of building and empire, as my anchor in land abound.
Swarming clouds of steel, the rushing flutter of hunger and army, the silver sea of sand and sound.
Against dark, the hissing rot of the molding mound.
The ripe of iron sugar.
The howl of vampire for red to be ridden.
The harvest, culling, the planned purge very hidden.
Smell of violent air, they emerge to the ripe time, he having arisen.
Who is who, mirror, mirror, question of equestrian true.
Vampiropedo pastors, or light masters of black and blue?
Hiding and image, the weakness and abuse here only grew.
Mother Bear.
She shall rear, rip, bite and tear.
In that moment, She will no longer care.
For Her children, to protect, as threat comes near.
The few and the righteous, the loss of dear, She doth fear.

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He and her, she and him, crying crowns of bright and brim in the light of deep dilation.
Israel and Rome. 
falling new together into ethereal, the realm of fire and fruition.
They pray the hymn to the holy hall, where angels hum to the rising sensation.
Lilith
​Her beauty and Her beast, She rides both into reality of dream.
Against our lady of the sun, born into the honey of a royal sistine, the leap of Lion, the love story and gleam.
The sound of her heart, the love song of both hail and steam, the beat of His throne, the world together serene.
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This is love,
This sweet soiree and star story from above.
The lavender lore of leaping lions and gazelles, the sore tale of a sleeping dove.
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Life, living call to color, the heaving loss of heaven, this shooting string of one wing, faith shall restore the leaven.
Union of one, upon set of two shall always fly, endless, preening together through joy of kiss to cry, the all of why.
The sweet wind of raw, as feeling raptors in fall, this nectar sap from never-ending Hall, the allfeeling soul of eye.

The will of One for many to sing, the frequency fragile, in this ring of embrace.
It is this love, this riding race through space,
It is everything.
for eve
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